Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2001 19:59:36 -0800
From: EdMike O'NYC-- AYISYEN mwen ye
Subject: Sister Mona Lou's Boys 10-Series Finale
Series Finale.(if you just joined BedtimeStories@collegeclub, log on to
www.nifty.org go to gay males then college for the previous chapters of
Sister Mona Lou's Boys. And other exciting stories.)
This Chapter of SMLB introduces the new character of the new series, Young
Lovers of Tomorrow. So hang on!
"Oh, yeah?" I asked as I attempted to grab his crotch. He quickly moved
back and laughed.
"Hey, what are you doing?" we heard a voice asked us. We both jumped out
of shock. It was Viviann with that beautiful smile of hers. How much did
she see? Oh my God, I was caught red handed.
"Hey Viv!" Chris sounded so fake. We were suspicious.
"What's up Chris?" She moved away from the door and came in, " how come
you're not at work. I just came from the office and they told me that you
were suppose to be in fifteen minutes ago." She directed at me. I looked
down at my wrist and saw that I was running late.
"Oh my God! You're right. Shit, shit, shit..." I responded with
astonishment. I looked down on the couch for my belongings. "... walk me to
work please Viv?" I continued. I could feel Chris's stare down my neck. So
I looked up and there he was looking at me with a bright smile.
"What?" I asked him and he shook his head. As I approached him to give
him a pound, we heard the door knock. Viviann quickly opened the door and
greeted the person with that beautiful smile of hers. While she was
opening the door I looked up at Chris and we started to make facial
expression about how we almost got busted. We both started to laugh out
loud.
Then I looked towards the door, and there stood this caramel skinned boy
with silky brown colored hair, and beautiful greenish brown eyes. He was
beautiful. He sort of reminded me of me. Ha Ha Ha.
"Excuse me... I'm sorry for interrupting, but I was wondering if this
campus has a Haitian club?" The confused and nervous young man asked.
"Not that I know of... Chris?" Viviann responded.
"Sure. There is. Actually there's more than one." Chris said and looked
lost in the boy. " I'm Chris, president of Teens Inc. Are you a freshman?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry... I'm MarcAlain Antoine." He extended his hands to Chris
who was already at the door. Viviann introduced herself and when they
looked back at me, I simply waved. Gaydar alert... Gaydar alert. Was what
went through my head as we both stared deeply into each others eyes. It
was silent for a few seconds but it felt as if it was for an eternity.
Then I felt my eyes rolled down at him. He appeared to have done the same
because Chris looked back at me with a quizzical look. I simply smiled and
exited the office. I looked back and asked Viv if she was coming. And
there, I left for work.
Finally the end... but just for SMLB,
And now the introduction of the new series, Young Lovers of Tomorrow.
"Damn man! I just wish dis rain would just chill out fo tomorrow." Devante
says in a low-tone to me as we are cruising on the Northern State Parkway,
heading home from the light dinner we just enjoyed in the Village.
DevAlain is asleep in his baby-seat in the back of the Punch Buggy, I
observe as I'm turning around from checking on him. 'He is so cute in his
sleep,' is on my mind as I'm turning around. He looks just like his daddy.
I smile at that thought, and finally, turn to face the front.
As I'm turning around, I look at Devante's facade on the driver's side,
and I roam the dashboard that indicates that we are doing 65mph. I also
look at the clock that clearly indicates that it's 17 minutes till eleven.
Then I look at the window on my side. It's pouring like it's the deluge
of 2001. 'Man, it is pouring!' I'm thinking as I listen to the musical
piece that the drops are making on the windshield.
"He asleep?" Devante ask in his low, but deep voice. I love the way he
sounds, it makes me shiver in excitement. A voice that makes your insides
tremble with joy. Yes, a smooth to almost near perfection sound that's
unexplainable. I love my man. I turn my face and nod as to indicate that
yes he is. But, then I add in a yawn,
"Yes he is... He's so gorgeous in his sleep. Just like you." I smile.
"Well, ya know..." He laughs lightly. Then, I look at his bucktooth and
laugh lightly, in fear of waking Lil'Dev up. 'DevAlain is going to be two
years old already,' is also going through my mind as we laugh. "You tired
huh, baby?" He continues.
"I'm tired like a muthafucka..." I yawn again.
"I know, I know... I'm gonna take you home and massage yo entire body. How
does dat sound?" He says almost in a whisper. I love the way he gives
massages, it feels as if something sexual. But no sex included. So imagine
Sex?
"I'd love that!" I respond in joy.
"I'm gonna make you feel good for yo big day tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah... I almost forgot. Another photo shoot?"
"Uh huh. Another cover shoot for Next magazine, rememba? You gonna look
so fly with da new hair cut." He nods his head.
"Yeah, it's short now... They're coming too early, man!" I complain and
reach for the visor that has a mirror in it and turn on the light. I
observe my face carefully.
"Well, you know how it is in this business. Time is money." He smiles.
And I follow. I then notice a mark or zit on my face. I move closer to the
mirror.
"Hey, would you look at that!" I say slowly and in a low tone, not
realizing that it came out of my mouth.
"What? What's the matter?" He asks quickly as he tries to look at what I
was looking at.
"I don't know what it is, but it's a freaking mark on my face under my
eye."
"Sweetie, lemme see?"
"Nah, its nothing..." 'keep you eyes on the road,' I hear a voice announce
me, as if it was from the dream I had the other night. It was an inner
voice. "Keep your eyes on the road, please boo." I continue without even
realizing if he wasn't looking at the road or even without realizing that
I repeated what the voice told me. And, in slow motion, I put the visor
back up, and roll my eyes down to look at the blurry red lights ahead of
us. I turn suddenly with a facial expression warning him to observe the
road and we have to slow down, and I see his alarming face turn a
90-degree angle, as his hands rapidly grips on the steering wheel. My lips
are beginning to part to voice out, cry out the holy word, as the
anti-lock system begins to skip. I'm looking ahead with fear in my face,
lips, hands, body, and the car starts to cry... And, in a fraction of a
second, the four fantastic years of my life had flashed before me...
Young Lovers of Tomorrow... Coming sooner then you think!!!
A love story so steamin' with passionately rough sex, that it will leave
these pages moist...
As detailed as it possibly can...
Only one can do it...
Only Edmike